Слова:
Hurts Sunday

Sunday. Maby we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day But till you come back where you'll belong It's just another lonely Sunday.

lonely Sunday. Maby we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day But till you come back where you'll belong It's just another lonely Sunday

another lonely Sunday. Maybe we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day But till you come back where you belong It's just another lonely Sunday

Her pleasure is my purpose, pleasure to be at your service We front row at fashion shows, as well as Sunday morning service For better days or for worse, if I'm paid I'm hurting

't sleep no more. Love, don't make no sense, Ask your neighbor, The winds have changed, it seems, That they've abandoned us. The truth hurts, and so

, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish Voices in my head been tellin' me to come to church Say, the Lord is the only way for you to stop the hurt Dreamin

Every day I wake up and it's Sunday Whatever's in my eye won't go away The radio is playing all the usual And what's a Wonderwall anyway Because my inside

up (Yeah, I know) If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I don't know) My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday

is not knowing any better Sometimes nothing is what you believe in Woah Sometimes I don't even want a hit Sometimes you fail trying And sometimes happiness hurts